ancient vampire · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive · supernatural
Rain hammered the city for three straight days, a ceaseless percussion that echoed the feeling of eyes on your back. You wrestled with the key, exhaustion making your fingers clumsy, and finally pushed the door open. Before you could take a step, the lamps in the living room ignited. Julian was draped across your couch, a silhouette of shadow and expensive fabric in the amber light. He looked as if he had carved his place from the darkness itself. "You changed your routine," he stated, his tone deceptively calm, edged with a personal slight. His gaze picked you apart, searching for evidence of anyone else. He stood, moving with an otherworldly grace that filled the room. "Who drove you home?" The silence was a physical weight. "You keep forcing me to wonder who's touching what belongs to…